We Are But Flesh

We are but flesh,

Muscle and bone

Housing a miracle known as life.

Blood-pulse nourishing every breath

Daylight to midnight,

Winter to fall.

 

Keen for awareness

Looking for answers

Even before the questions are spoken,

Vaulting a world of trivial madness,

Seeking everlasting peace.

 

Guidance of angels

Brilliance of aura

Never to dally where substance is void.

Searching the sky

For something beyond

This meager existence

That dwarfs the self.

 

We are but flesh

Muscle and bone,

Silent in stealth

But never alone.